This doesn't have anything to do with the topic... well kind of...
When I was like 9 I had a frog. It was one of those clear ones, super cool! I loved him! I had the coolest tank and I took really good care of him. Well, sadly, my cats loved him too. And there had been multiple times when I caught them when they were just about to eat the poor froggy. So my ingenious little mind thought that I would FREE the froggy so that he could live happily without a cat attacking him. So, I packed him up in a little dish and walked behind my house to the pond. As I was walking through the field a snake slithered over my feet. I freaked out, threw my hands in the air, thus sending poor froggy flying into the air and landing somewhere in the field. Who knows where because I'm pretty sure I was back at home FAR away from the snake by the time the frog landed.
I still feel bad to this day. Poor frog. Never had a chance. Oh crap, now I'm all sad.